COMIC ANNA AND ELSA - Memory and Magic

The snow fell heavily onto the flames. The fire hissed and sputtered, but it
was no match for Elsa’s powers. The magical snowflakes simply outnumbered
the embers. Soon the sparks were smothered. The flames had died out at last.

After the smoke cleared, the trolls gave a hearty cheer. They were relieved that

Queen Elsa had stopped the fire and that no one had been hurt. The forest was
safe once again.

The trolls invited Brock to stay with them until his hut was rebuilt. Anna,
Elsa, and Kristoff helped him gather his belongings from the rubble. The damage
wasn’t as bad as they had first thought. They were even able to save some of his
moldy books.

Brock was still convinced that his potion had restored Anna’s memories.
Kristoff was eager to tell him the truth, but Anna didn’t have the heart. Brock
had tried his best to help her. The troll deserved to remember as much magic as
he wanted to.

That night at the castle, Anna and Elsa sat down to dinner. Anna was excited
to recall the day’s events.

“I can’t believe I actually clucked like a chicken!” she said.
“I can’t believe you actually drank that awful potion,” Elsa laughed. “The
smell was horrible!”
Anna thought about how determined she had been to get her memories back.
It had been important to her to remember on her own. Only that morning, she
had felt like a puzzle with pieces missing. But this afternoon, all that had
changed.

changed.
Anna realized that her memories weren’t missing. As long as Elsa was there,

the puzzle was complete. Elsa could remember the magic and Anna could
remember the laughter. Together, they were a winning combination.

Elsa looked at Anna across the dinner table. She must have noticed the
thoughtful expression on her sister’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner
about your memories, Anna,” she said. “But I’ll always be here for you. We can
help each other remember.”

Anna nodded. She got up from the table, walked over to Elsa, and hugged
her sister tight. “I have just one question for you,” she said. “How come I can’t
remember all the times we built snowmen together?”

Anna still found that very strange. She had only bits and pieces of those
memories. She remembered finding buttons to use for eyes. She remembered
sneaking carrots from the kitchens to use as noses. She even remembered
gathering hats and scarves for the snowmen to wear. But she could never
remember building an actual snowman with Elsa.

“Snowmen were your favorite, Anna,” Elsa said. “You were always asking
me to make them.”

Anna always said that her sister built the best snowmen. Elsa knew how to
make special snowman snow—fluffy enough to carry but wet enough to
pack into the perfect snowball. Elsa’s snowmen always seemed so real. It
was easy to imagine their button eyes winking in the light and their carrot
noses twitching in the crisp winter air.

On the morning of Anna’s fifth birthday, she woke up to a soft sprinkle
of snowflakes above her bed. They drifted down from the ceiling of her
room. But these weren’t just any snowflakes. Each one was like a tiny
sculpture made of ice crystals. One snowflake looked just like Anna!
Another looked like Elsa! There were reindeer snowflakes and snowflakes
of the king and queen. Best of all, there were snowman snowflakes!

Anna was delighted. She noticed that the snowflakes were falling in a
clear path leading out of her room. Eagerly, she hopped out of bed and
followed the snowflake path through the castle.

The path led downstairs and out the front door. Anna pulled on a warm
coat and followed the trail outside to the royal sleigh.

In the sleigh, Elsa was waiting.
“Happy birthday, Anna!” she told her sister.
Anna giggled happily.
A team of reindeer pulled the sleigh. They drove the sisters all the way
to the frozen fjord. There, Elsa gave Anna her birthday present. It was a
brand-new pair of ice skates!
Elsa helped Anna lace up her skates. The sisters stepped out onto the
fjord. They glided easily across the ice.
Anna and Elsa skated together all afternoon. They whirled and twirled
and carved pictures into the ice. Elsa even carved a beautiful picture of
Anna wearing a birthday crown.
As evening fell, the girls stopped skating. It was time to build a special
snowman for Anna’s birthday. Elsa swirled her fingers through the air. She
created a mound of her famous snowman snow.
Together, Anna and Elsa rolled the snow into three giant snowballs. Elsa
stacked them on top of each other. Anna was excited. She wanted to stick on
the button eyes and carrot nose, but she was too short. Elsa created a small
set of ice steps for her sister. Anna climbed the steps and made the
snowman’s face.

snowman’s face.



That night, Elsa led a sleepy Anna to bed. She tucked her little sister in
and said good night. Anna drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Anna ran to Elsa’s bedroom and shared her dream.
In it, she’d sung and danced with an enchanted snowman. She asked Elsa if
she could use her powers to make their snowman dance. Elsa smiled. She
told Anna that she couldn’t make a dancing snowman, but they could
always pretend. Together, they could imagine anything.

Back in the present, Elsa finished sharing the memory. Anna felt another piece
of her past slide into place. Hearing Elsa tell the story was almost like being
there.

“It’s funny, Elsa,” Anna said. “I was so worried about not being able to
remember your magic, I forgot about the magic right here.”

“What do you mean?” Elsa asked.
“This. Us,” Anna replied. “There’s magic in remembering together.”
“There sure is,” Elsa said. She smiled.
She and Anna walked out of the dining room. They’d had a long day fighting
a forest fire and remembering the past. Soon it would be time to go to bed. As
they walked up the grand staircase to their rooms, Anna turned to her sister.
“You know, Elsa, snowmen aren’t my favorite anymore,” she said.
“Really?” Elsa asked. “You seem pretty fond of Olaf.”
“Oh, yes, I love Olaf, but he’s not my favorite,” Anna replied. “You are.”